The sword picks up the mountains and rivers, the three-part energy swallows the rivers and seas, and no one can break through the clouds. That is the unruly young man who can't be hidden in black and gold armor.
But if you meet the master who is as gentle as water, you will only have to moan and ask for marriage.
Instead of seeing the master's long body standing like white clouds in a deep valley, what was seen was that he was biting his lower lip tightly, unable to hide the crimson eyes.
"Master, how come the cold air of Jiuzhongling warms up when it touches you, Master?"
I write for the sake of knocking, and knock because of writing.
Mission: Tenacity and Trust